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GRAVES 

FOR  THE  INVADERS. 


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A  FRAGMENT. 


Graves  for  the  invaders',  graves 
Scoop'd  from  the  reeking  sod — 

Room  for  these  Northern  knaves 
Peep  in  the  soil  they've  trod  ! 

Greet  them  to  Southern  plains — 
(live  all — best  lost  than  won, —  ■ 

Contagious  to  tire  their  veins 
Bred  of  our  Southern  sun  ! 

Ye  foul  Abolition  crew. 

You've  rent  each  bond  of  yore 
Which  our  fathers  pledged  with  you- 

Now  sundered  evermore, 

Bj  our  blacken'd  roof- tree  beams;— 
( Hir  door-step's  bloody  stains  ; — 

Bj  our  women's  frantic  screams  ; — 
Our  children's  scattered  brains  ! 

By  our  old  ancestral  trees, 
Uprooted,  torn,  shcll-riv'n  ; 

By  the  murder-tainted  breeze 
Foul  from  your  hellish  hcav'u  ! 

By  our  desolated  lands  ; — 
Our  father's  trodden  graves  ; 

By  the  knives  placed  in  the  hands 
Of  our  once  happy  slaves  ! 

Think  ye  that  the  South  is  won 
By  the  five-mile  mortar  shell '.' 

By  the  long-range  rifled  gun — 
The  range  you  love  so  well? 

No  !  we'll  draw  you  toe  to  heel, 
Our  blades  are  crimson  gilt ; 

One  grip  of  true  Southern  steel — 
Distance — from  point  to  hilt! 

Thou  vile  Northern  chiffonier — 
Home  ealv'd  or  flung  from  sea  ; 

( >h.  shame,  that  our  cavalier 
Must  sully  his  sword  with  thee! 

Han  INNAH,   Gjt    .    1868. 


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